#threads: eva.

[lvciddreamt]

@angclnumber​

“and you really think that we can pull this off?”

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@gcthika​

okay, either everything in her kitchen was going rotten, or buffy had the world’s worst hangover. eva was leaning toward the second, but then she saw the black bile in the sink and her eyebrows knitted in concern. “you’re sick.” she pressed a hand to buffy’s forehead; her skin felt oddly cold and clammy. “you must’ve caught something the other night.” though what that something was, she had no clue. she’d never seen vomit that color, and if she didn’t have such a strong stomach, she’d be retching herself at the sight – and the smell. she sniffed a slice of bread and took a small bite. “there’s nothing wrong with it. it tastes fine to me.” still, clearly it wasn’t doing buffy any good. she put it away and returned to her best friend’s side, trying not to be too obvious about how worried she was. she had a feeling the other wouldn’t appreciate being fussed over, but the instinct to do just that was present all the same. “does your stomach hurt? maybe you should take some tums.” although honestly, judging by the color and consistency of the vomit currently swirling its way down the drain, what she needed was a doctor.

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@thcrns​

“look who decided to show up.” she leaned against the doorframe, expression torn between annoyance and amusement. “you didn’t return any of my calls or texts.” obviously, mac knew that, but it still bore repeating, if only because it had sucked. “i was considering going to the cops today and reporting you missing.” 

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@angeldcgs

“oh, god! sorry, i — i didn't realize you were there.”

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@citrusfield​​

“i’m a sinner. i sin almost every day.” 

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@gorditacrvnch

based on the third bullet here. 

“oh — shit.” a slightly nervous giggle. when she’d matched with them on raya she hadn’t been expecting an old-fashioned date, just a no-strings-attached hookup. “you brought flowers?”

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@ensavage​ - continued from here. 

eyes rolled, a little scoff of exasperation escaping her as she continued to tread water. “oh, please. there isn’t even a creepy cabin or an allegedly-dead serial killer! or like, mysterious deaths,” she argued. “just get in, seriously. it’s a man-made pond, there’s nothing dangerous in it.” she paddled a little closer, giving bodhi doe eyes. “don’t you wanna have some fun?”